Racing through a dark alleyway, sirens blaring after him, ran a man with a gun. He was a murderer, and unless he kept on running he’d be a prisoner, too. So the murderer ran on, critiscizing himself for letting his victim live. He soon found himself above a sewer panel, close to the dwellings of his employer.
He’d been hired as an assasin, by a man he did not know, who always lived in shadows. His employer had hired many men to do his bidding, and had caused the deaths of many stars. The murderer didn’t question his employer’s morals. His employer had none. He got paid to have people killed, and was an assasin in his own right.
The murderer lifted the sewer panel up and was about to jump in, when he suddenly found himself in handcuffs, a detective dressed in black standing behind him.
“You had us worried there, pal. We almost thought you were going to get away!”

Meanwhile, in the sewer below, the mastermind lurked, listening to all the chaos happening above. He had failed, and he wasn’t happy.